[Western fantasy magic comedy power fantasy / No cultivation / Incredibly powerful heroine / Lying low to survive / Poison alchemy / No romance]
A magic archmage?
A holy knight?
No. Tang Ji just wants to be a gentle potion-maker who heals the sick and saves the dying!
The continent’s geniuses collapse to the ground, coughing purple bubbles and howling, “Shut up! Is that what you call treating an illness? You’re sending people straight to the afterlife!”
Tang Ji: “That’s slander! They died because their resistance was too weak. How can you blame my loving, nourishing tonic?”
Reborn into this world, Tang Ji has spent fourteen years happily chowing down thanks to the “Six Poison Rings” inside her.
Other people avoid poison at all costs. Her eyes light up at the sight of it.
As long as there’s enough poison, she can snack on high-tier magic cores and use villains’ venomous attacks as a digestif!
Later...
“Help! Why are the potions she makes more potent than monster venom?”
“But she registered as having only the most basic second-tier magic power!”
“Lies! I saw her whip up a high-pressure bone-melting poison bomb with one hand!”
“Impossible! She just punched a third-tier knight flying!”
Tang Ji: “Fine, I’ll come clean. Anyone who doesn’t want to be a fighter and a poison queen isn’t a proper potion-maker.”
Later still, a crisis from another world erupts. The gods descend and survey the mortal realm, casually destroying the continent’s largest poison pond.
Tang Ji, crouched by the pond and ready to dig in, watches her smile slowly disappear. She stands, potion jar in hand.
“If you want to fight, then fight. Why smash my dinner? Looks like even a god’s bones would be perfect for dissolving!”
